Dragon Blood Saint Emperor

Jing Kang couldn't stand the humiliation and turned to glare coldly at Ye Wushuang.

But the moment he turned his head, a hand came flying toward him.

SLAP!

A sudden backhand struck Jing Kang across the face with a crisp crack!

THUD!

Jing Kang's body flew like a scarecrow, the stone he was holding sent tumbling with him. He crashed to the ground with a muffled grunt.

The Taoo Hong Fairy whirled around, staring at Ye Wushuang, who had returned at some unknown point. She was stunned for a long moment.

"You damn peasant, you dare to hit me?"

Jing Kang scrambled up from the ground, clutching his face. His eyes turned red, brimming with rage and killing intent. He, the great Third Young Master Jing, had actually been slapped in public by a mere peasant.

"I'll kill you!"

Raising his Treasure Sword, Jing Kang charged at Ye Wushuang like a madman. The gleam of his blade slashed down violently as he unleashed the full power of the Rebirth First Layer of Yin Yang Realm without reservation.

Seeing this, the onlookers all retreated to a safe distance.

"Third Young Master Jing, please calm down..."

The Taoo Hong Fairy saw what was happening and prepared to step in and stop him. But Jing Kang was already consumed by fury, his killing intent flaring. He had no intention of stopping, roaring, "This peasant dared to strike me! I'll make him pay! Whoever dares to stop me, I'll kill them too!"

As he spoke, the fearsome Treasure Sword chopped down toward Ye Wushuang.

CLANG!

Ye Wushuang took a step forward, his Ancient Sword drawn in an instant. A blast of Heaven-Soaring Sword Qi shot out like a bolt of lightning in the dark, colliding with Jing Kang's Treasure Sword.

BOOM!

The Sword Qi sent Jing Kang flying. His own Sword Intent was suppressed by the Heaven-Soaring Sword Intent, then ground into nothingness. Only the will of Ling Tian lingered in the air.

'What powerful Sword Intent! Heaven-Soaring Sword Intent... It actually let me feel a trace of a Sword Dao Will that stands proud and soars through the heavens!'

In the crowd, a Sword Cultivator felt the Sword Intent that had suddenly erupted from Ye Wushuang. His eyes lit up, and he was completely shaken.

"Get lost!"

With his Sword Intent shattered, Jing Kang was powerless to fight back. Ye Wushuang's expression was cold as he stepped through the air and planted a foot on Jing Kang's stomach, kicking him away directly.

SCREECH...

Jing Kang's body slid across the ground, carving a long trench.

"AHHH!"

A piercing scream echoed through Peach Blossom Spring. Jing Kang clutched his stomach, rolling on the ground in agony. Ye Wushuang's kick had been far too vicious!

"This..."

The crowd froze, their eyes fixed on Ye Wushuang.

'What a ruthless person. Jing Kang just defied him and said a few words, and he retaliated so viciously!'

Some of the people who had gathered around frowned at the sight, condemning Ye Wushuang.

BOOM!

Ye Wushuang's expression remained unchanged. Unmoved, he stepped forward once more and charged toward Jing Kang.

"Young Master Ye!"

Seeing this, the Taoo Hong Fairy, fearing the situation would escalate, swayed gracefully as she rushed to block Ye Wushuang's path.

"Are you going to stop me?"

Ye Wushuang's gaze turned slightly cold as he stared at the Taoo Hong Fairy.

Hearing this, the Taoo Hong Fairy said, "How about you spare him this once?"

"Spare him this once?"

Ye Wushuang gave a scornful laugh and asked, "Taoo Hong Fairy, have I been disrespectful in any way since I arrived at Peach Blossom Spring today?"

"No!" the Taoo Hong Fairy replied. Ye Wushuang had indeed not been disrespectful. Even his earlier sword strike was just to leave behind a mark of Heaven-Soaring Sword Intent—an intent that was no less valuable than a treasure. It wasn't an act of troublemaking.

"Is that so? In that case, let me ask you, Taoo Hong Fairy, did I offend him in any way when I came to Peach Blossom Spring earlier?"

"No!"

"Did I look for trouble with him?"

"No!"

"Then let me ask again. I have never met him before, and we have no grievances between us, yet he insulted me again and again, calling me a peasant and trampling on my dignity. If you were in my shoes, would you spare him?"

Ye Wushuang questioned, and the Taoo Hong Fairy answered, until finally, she was left speechless.

Ye Wushuang was speaking the truth. Upon arriving at Peach Blossom Spring, he had left behind a brand of Sword Intent that was of immense help to Sword Cultivators.

Jing Kang, however, had tried a clumsy imitation, only to bring humiliation upon himself.

Yet, he blamed Ye Wushuang for all of it, insulting him by repeatedly calling him a peasant.

The first time, Ye Wushuang didn't bother with him. But Jing Kang humiliated him again and again. Even a saint has his limits, to say nothing of Ye Wushuang.

If she were honest with herself, if she or anyone else were in his place, would they have forgiven him?

Hearing Ye Wushuang's words, the crowd fell silent. It was only then that they recalled the two words "damn peasant" had been coming from Jing Kang's mouth the entire time.

The Taoo Hong Fairy gave a bitter smile. She knew what she was doing. In truth, she also disliked Jing Kang, but she was well aware of his status. At the very least, she had to give the Jing Family some face.

"Young Master Ye, how about you give me some face?" The Taoo Hong Fairy smiled helplessly, studying the man before her. The peaceful expression on his face had been replaced by a mask of coldness.

"Bastard! You just wait! If you manage to walk out of Peach Blossom Spring today, my name is no longer Jing Kang!"

Jing Kang roared, clutching his stomach, his voice full of resentment.

'Idiot!'

Hearing this, the Taoo Hong Fairy's gaze suddenly darkened. She turned to look at Jing Kang, a flash of disgust in her eyes. 'Even now, he hasn't learned his lesson. He's still just throwing his weight around!'

RUMBLE!

Ye Wushuang's body also moved in that instant. His figure blurred into an afterimage, bypassing the Taoo Hong Fairy.

"If you dare touch him, I'll skin you alive."

Suddenly, a cold voice rang out from behind the crowd of onlookers.

The crowd immediately parted to form a path, and a young figure walked out from among them.

Jing Zhuo!

The crowd's eyes narrowed as they looked at the newcomer.

"Second Brother, kill this peasant for me! Kill him!"

Jing Kang roared as he looked at the person who had arrived.

THUD!

The instant the roar sounded, Ye Wushuang's foot slammed down on Jing Kang's face, answering with his actions the question of whether he dared.

WAHHH!

Jing Kang nearly coughed up blood. His eyes filled with venomous hatred. He had actually been stomped under the foot of the very trash he'd been shouting about.

"You're courting death!"

Jing Zhuo's face became incredibly grim, a flash of killing intent in his eyes.

RUMBLE!

He strode through the air. A seemingly light palm strike contained the might of a mountain, and the force of the blow made the void itself hum and tremble.

A True Essence Palm Seal shot directly toward Ye Wushuang to kill him. It was accompanied by the roar of a ferocious tiger, the sound alone forcing the other onlookers to retreat continuously.

'As expected of an expert on the Dragon List. He's so powerful!'

Many people froze in place, staring in horror at Jing Zhuo's attack.

'Rebirth Level Third Layer!' Ye Wushuang's eyes narrowed. He kicked Jing Kang away from under his foot, and his body flickered as he charged forward as well.

"Get the hell away from me!"

With a cold shout, Ye Wushuang mobilized the Dragon Spirit True Essence in his body. He threw a punch that unleashed a majestic Tyrant Dragon, which crashed into the tiger's might and extinguished it.

RUMBLE!

A wave of golden True Essence Qi slammed violently into Jing Zhuo.

Jing Zhuo's expression changed drastically; he had underestimated Ye Wushuang's strength. He hurriedly projected a barrier of light for defense, but with a BANG, the roiling golden True Essence shattered it as if it were rotten wood and sent Jing Zhuo's body flying.

GULP!

The crowd watched, their Adam's apples bobbing.